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A/N: Here's more MadaSaku since the previous chapter didn't have any of his awesome goodness!

I'm really hyper these days! I can't stop typing I guess plus I've been really bored. Btw, I've been looking for new SakuraMulti stories. Yeah, I know there are lots of SakuMulti stories out there but authors take quite a while to update :l Any suggestions? PM me!

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The bulky man took off his cloak, revealing his six-pack and winked. "Like what you see, pinky?"

"Sorry, sharky." The pink haired medic struck her tongue playfully at him. "I don't date guys with blue skin."

PART 9

She whimpered.

"Love."

A strangled sob was caught in the throat of the sleeping pinkette.

"My lovely Sakura,"A deep sounding voice whispered sensually. "Can you hear me?" The voice was fading away.

Her eyes snapped open forcefully. She wanted so desperately to keep her eyes shut and to continue sleeping but she just couldn't. Something, someone was calling out for her. There was a feeling deep in a gut that she had to wake up.

"Who's there?" Sakura asked. There was a tone to her voice she'd never heard before, as if someone else was speaking for her. Pathetic, she thought. She sounded so weak. So useless. Like a freaking loser. Since when was she, Sakura Haruno a wimp?

Taking a few steady breaths, she calmed her chakra. Yes, Tsunade-shissou had taught her that chakra influenced the body in many ways and if used in the correct way, that person would be unstoppable. But sadly, not many ninjas had realised this simple fact.

"Let's play a game, my dear." The voice spoke again excitedly. There was a sound of a handclap and a few sinister chuckles. "I'm sure you'll enjoy this."

"Who're you?" Her pulse suddenly started racing. Sakura didn't know what the hell was going on. The last thing she remembered was healing Itachi and then falling into a deep slumber while lying on top of his body. She didn't deny that she liked his body warmth and chakra.

"Shit." Every breathe she took was becoming more difficult. As if the air is forced out of her lungs, her throat was burning painfully. "What the hell is going on here?" She shouted, whirling herself around her surroundings. Her short pink locks flew around her.

There was no answer. Nothing. Only pure silence welcomed her.

Her chest went tight. "Damn." The pink bubble-gum haired girl cursed. A gush of wind blew against her face. Her pink locks danced to the rhythm of the air, hitting her face once in a while. She didn't care if she was this close to eating her hair right now.

'Something really bad is going to happen. I just know it. There's something's off about this.'

'A girl's intuition is always right, babe and I'm not saying this just because I'm an Inner stuck in a freaky pink haired girl's body.'

'Sorry to burst your bubble, Inner. But your hair's pink too!'

'Shut it, bitch! Mine's slightly reddish!'

'Yeah, right. And I stole your candy bar, bitch.'

'Oh no, you didn't.'

'Well, I did.'

'Candy-whore! I hope you get raped by Hidan! Mmmm, I'd like that.'

'Ew, I rather kiss Zetsu's flytrap or Kakuzu's stitched face.'

'That's sexy too.'

Rolling her eyes at her Inner, Sakura focused at the mystery now. Where was she? How in the world did she come here the first place? So many questions, so many unknown things.

Out of nowhere, she was now surrounded by four walls, trapped inside a room. The walls were stripes of black and white. Somewhat like a prison, she noted. And worse, she was alone. No one else was there. Terror flooded her senses.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

The sound was all around her. A dripping sound of- what?

"Hello?" Sakura called out meekly, her voice only a shrill whisper. "Anyone there?" Again, no response. "Anyone?" She said again, louder than before.

Silence.

"Well, fuck." The pinkette stared at the black and white wall. Her knuckles clenched tightly, her eyes glaring at those unresponsive walls. "I'm fucking lost here." She innerly giggled when she thought she sounded like Hidan already. Seriously, those guys' habits are rubbing off on her.

The pinkette crept forward, following her Inner's orders. Taking a small step each time she moved forward.

Drip. Drip.

'Inner, is this a trap?' She reached out for the Inner Sakura, signalling their links in her mind.

'Most likely an illusion. Genjutsu.'

She hesitated. 'Should I release it?'

There was a long stretch of silence until her Inner reply. 'No. I sense that this is no normal genjutsu. Releasing it will cause us trouble.'

'What now?'

'We'll have to play along. There's only one way out.'

Her eyes darted to the direction of a wooden door. 'Inner?' She asked for permission. Usually in mind traps, Inner Sakura was much more reliable.

'Ask no more, girl. Let's get outta here! CHA!'

Smiling to herself, Sakura approached the wooden door. There was no other way out anyway. Inside the room, there were no windows. But then how did the cool air come in? Taking precautions, she moved swiftly and cautiously.

She swore she felt someone watching her behind her back. Sakura wanted to look behind her shoulder but decided not to do so, this was her only escape. But if she did turn around, she would have met her gaze with a pair of dark red eyes sparkling with something between mischief and malice.

"Che." Muttering, she reached for the door knob. Sakura pushed the door open. The door creaked softly, revealing another room. She moved over to the brighter room. Maybe this was a dream? Or a nightmare?

She gasped when she heard a grunt. Her eyes darted around the room, scanning for anyone there. There were a few drops of blood on the floor. Her eyes followed the blood trail, leading her to the injured person. Her heart skipped a few beats when her gaze met with a familiar figure.

Drip. Drip.

"Naruto?"

Her voice came out like a surprise choke. The blonde was tied to a chair at the corner of the room close to the window.

"Is that really you?"

She was uncertained. A cry escaped her throat as Naruto's head suddenly lifted, revealing his bloodied and bruised face. His eyes flickered open showing his panic. His pupils swam lazily, he wasn't quite conscious.

"Sa..Sakura-chan?" He tried to speak but his words came out unclear from his dry lips. His eyes blinked a few times. "Is that really…you?"

One sharp gasp of breath filled her lungs. Naruto, he was alive, still breathing! Not eaten by Zetsu. Sakura was so grateful and happy, she almost broke down into tears of joy seeing her loud blonde team mate. If only she could speak. But she couldn't. She wanted to tell him how much she missed him but those words won't come out. Lifting her feet, she ran towards Naruto.

She was by his side in a flash, her arms draped over his shoulders, hugging him so tightly. Afraid that he would disappear into thin air if she let him go.

"Kami-sama." Her tears fell down on him like raindrops. "You're alive." The pinkette pulled away and looked at him again taking in his battered form. "Naruto, you're really alive." Her fingers touched his face. She smiled warmly at him.

The blonde nodded with a silly grin on his face.

"Are you fine?" Sakura froze, her eyes fixed on him. She scanned Naruto's face – his broken nose, his bruised chin and his swollen eye. Somehow, his blue eyes were still shining brightly with hope.

Her anxiety doubled when he didn't answer her back. "Naruto. What's wrong?" Sadness and pain lit up in his eyes and she felt a pang of hurt in her chest. "What-"

No.

"Sa..Sasuke-kun." She stammered. "Where is he?"

The blonde gave her a muffled choking sound and tore his gaze away from hers. His head was down again. She shook him but there was no response.

"Naruto? Naruto!"

There was a chill. Terror lit up in her emerald orbs. Naruto, was he dead? Frantically, she dug her fingers into his shoulders. She didn't care if her nails were digging in his flesh. He needed to wake up!

"Naruto! Wake up!"

Silence.

"He's still alive, love. And so is Sasuke."

A low voice echoed throughout the room. It was the same voice, the same person. Hell, he was going to pay for this.

"What have you done?" She asked bitterly, still holding onto Naruto. Her eyes narrowed but still she didn't know where the voice came from.

"Sakura, my dear." This time, the voice was smooth and soothing. "It's just a game." He said convincingly. "Turn around. I'm right behind you, love." He demanded.

"No." Sakura said, not even bothered to hide the croak in her voice. She moved closer to Naruto, pulling him closer to her. "Leave us." She hissed dangerously, not even bothered to look at the owner of the voice.

The sound of footsteps approached her. "He's asleep." The voice stated smoothly.

Sakura dared not to look behind. "You did this to him." She whispered. Suddenly, she felt the anger rising deep within her. How could he do this to Naruto? And what about Sasuke-kun? If he was hurt, she'd never forgive herself. Her face darkened. Sakura vowed to protect her friends and she would do so. No one hurts her friends and gets away with it.

"You asshole," She scoffed, turning around to face the enemy. "I'm going to tear your fucking head off your fucking body." She swore loudly as she moved to stand up, her gaze drew level with the man.

He was taller than her. Then again, all the men she knew were taller than her. This man had long dark hair but his was longer than Itachi's. He had long spiky hair that ended just after his waist. A pair of dark red eyes stared back at her amusingly.

"Hello, love." His lips twisted up seductively forming a smirk.

Sakura noticed the man's Sharingan. "You're an Uchiha." She spat out. For a moment, she thought he looked devilishly handsome for a bad guy. For a moment, she thought about running her hands through his long hair. For a moment, she wanted to kiss that stupid smirk off his handsome face.

But only for a moment.

"Madara Uchiha."

His velvet voice sent shivers up to her spine. She tried so desperately to pull her blank face on. "Madara's dead long ago, moron." She stated in a monotone. She didn't care if she was insulting an almighty Uchiha. All Uchihas were bastards, sorry Sasuke-kun.

His gaze continued to bore into her, making Sakura uncomfortable. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm. "I'm afraid not." Madara smirked down at her again. "As you can see, I'm very much alive, love."

"I'm not your love!" She snarled at him fiercely earning a soft laugh from the handsome man. No matter how hard she tried to deny his delicious deep voice, she couldn't stop her cheeks from turning red.

With one final chuckle, Madara leaned down over her like a predator trapping his prey. There was still a half smirk on his face. "What shall I call you then?" He asked teasingly, brushing his soft lips on her cheek earning a sharp gasp from Sakura.

Her fist reached for his face but failed, only to have the Uchiha grasping her hand easily to pull her closer to him. From the corner of her eye, she saw something flicker in his red eyes. She couldn't tell what it was.

Her hand was still in his as she tried to push him away. All her strength was gone. Sakura mentally snorted. She kicked her legs and trashed wildly only to have Madara's free hand grabbing her other hand and pushing her onto the floor.

"Now, love. Don't struggle."

Her aggressiveness only pleased him more. Madara loved females who put up a fight. He would have to try harder. He was thinking of ways how to touch this pink haired goddess. To feel her lips, her body, her warmth. But no, not yet. It was far too early.

The raven haired man smiled when she stopped struggling in his hold. "Good girl." He noted. His eyes stared down at her. His breath was being taken away by her beautiful emerald orbs.

"Shut up." She gritted her teeth at him.

It only made him want to persuade her more. "Hmm." He hummed, pressing his chest on hers. "What shall I call you then?" He moved his face closer to hers. "If you don't like love." His face contorted into a thinking look. "How about darling?" His breath hit her face.

No response. Only another snarl from her.

"Honey?" He buried his face beside her neck, nuzzling her. Grinning naughtily, Madara licked her earning a hiss from her. His grip on her hand tightened, assuring her that he wouldn't hurt her.

"How about dear?" He placed his mouth next to her ear. Enjoying her responsive body. Sakura was already breathing heavily, seeming to forget that this man was her enemy and the fact that Naruto was still there unconscious.

"No." She protested weakly. "Ah." She gasped when he licked her earlobe. "Stop it, Uchiha." She growled.

His tongue licked her ear again before he pulled away to face her again. "Sweetie?" His face was in front of hers. He noticed that her eyes were half lidded and she was panting.

The way he was staring at her made Sakura want to melt into a puddle. Damn Uchihas! They just had to be so hot and irresistible. Not that she was resisting much anyway. A part of her was blaming her Inner's raging hormones.

"Back off-"

Sakura was silence by Madara with his warm lips crashing onto hers in a hard bruising kiss. The next thing she knew, all she saw was darkness before he pulled away and pecked her softly on the lips again.

"We'll meet again, Sakura-chan."

All Uchihas are perverts.

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{ C a p t u r e d }

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He hated this.

He hated everything.

Ever since he became a human flesh bag, Sasori hated his life.

His fleshy body made him looked so frail, so easily broken, so vulnerable. The point was Sasori hated being a human. It reminded him of how weak and useless a human could be. He preferred his puppet form better. The puppet Sasori was much stronger.

"Hm." Flexing his fingers one by one, he could feel the stretching sensation of his joints. The puppeteer was used to this human sensation by now but he couldn't decide if it was good or bad. How he wished that he was still a puppet, at least he didn't have to pounder much on his thoughts and feelings.

If only Deidara hadn't saved him. Then, he would be enjoying his life in the afterlife without any disturbance. Too bad for Sasori, Pein was not keen on letting his subrogates die without carrying out their mission completely. The red head huffed mentally at his pierced leader.

It had been almost two years. Two years of being a normal human.

There were a few things Sasori liked being human. A few things which he can't do when he was in his puppet form. Now, being a complete human, Sasori could finally digest food. In other words, the red head could actually eat.

At first, he was not used to chewing down a rice ball but then he found out that he liked the taste of it very soon after swallowing it. He soon discovered that his taste buds were functioning exactly like what he expected. And the next following days after his revival, Sasori started munching down different types of food with different flavours.

The master puppeteer also enjoyed taking his pleasant naps during the day time when there were no missions for him and his annoying partner. Sleeping was his hobby ever since then. It helped him to replenish his chakra and strength plus it enlightened his mood. Sleep was indeed a wonderful thing.

Sasori had wondered how he had ever missed out the fun of being human.

Dreams.

The red head never did have any dreams. But nightmares – Yes. Almost every night, I was the same one!

He would awake in sweat, clutching his bed covers tightly and he couldn't go back to sleep after that. It was the same dream again.

The sweet aroma of flowers. The soft hands running through his hair, rubbing his scalps. The humming tone of a female's voice. The bubbly laughter that rang in his ears like bells. The finger poking his forehead once in a while then a giggle followed shortly before he drowned into darkness.

The same thing. Night after night. Usually, the details of the dreams would quickly fade away, but he still remembered everything. Very clearly.

Pink tresses. Soft porcelain skin. Big doe emerald eyes. Cheeky smile. Angelic voice. No doubt it was the same kunoichi haunting his dreams every night.

"Annoying little girl."

Sasori groaned in his pillow. Knowing what exactly this means. Knowing without a doubt that he was starting to have feelings for this girl who killed him once. Had that pink haired vixen casted a spell on him? What kind of lunatic falls in love with the person who killed them once before? Clearly, fate was playing a fool on him.

Raising his head, he looked at the direction of his room door. No sounds. No voices. Guess the other members were not awake yet. The red head made a relief sound. At least, he'd have some quiet time for now. Sasori needed to clear his mind. Or rather clear the image of a pink haired girl in his head.

He lay still on his bed for a few minutes. Not wanting to get up and not wanting to go back to sleep.

The puppeteer's mind drifted off again. To a certain memory of him with the fierce and beautiful Sakura Haruno. She just had to confront him about his death. And he just had to brush her off rudely like that.

-FLASHBACK-

A few days ago in Akatsuki Base

"Hello?"

As usual, Sasori was busy carving his puppets. Attaching weapons and poisons into them. No one dared to disturb him during his work time. This better not be annoying Deidara again.

Knock. Knock.

"May I come in?"

He made no response and Sakura took that as a yes.

"I'm coming in, puppet."

She walked in, careful not to step on his precious tools. There were a few puppet parts lying on the floor. Wooden hand and legs. She skipped towards a wooden stool and seated herself. She was sitting directly opposite of him, her legs hanging above the floor.

The pinkette scanned the puppeteer's room while swinging her legs front and back. There were a few puppets hanging on the wall. Her eyes widened when she saw his collection of dolls in the cupboard. The expression she had on her face was priceless.

"Didn't know he played with dolls.."

She muttered to herself but Sasori's ears were sharp enough to catch her words. The red head raised his head, making eye contact with Sakura. His hazel eyes asking silently the reason for her sudden visit.

"I'm curious." Sakura took another deep breath. Her eyes bored into his bored looking ones. "How're you alive? I remembered killing you." Her nose crinkled and Sasori thought she looked cute, almost but no way was he going to voice it out loud.

He smirked and placed his knife down. Sasori's attention was now focused to the pinkette, his hazel eyes staring deeply at hers. His smirk widened when he saw the tinted blush on her face. He sensed that her heartbeat had speed up too. Whatever it was, he loved this reaction from her. Hm, interesting.

"The answer is obvious, little girl." His voice stated in a dull tone. "I've been revived." Sasori observed her silently. He grabbed his knife and starting carving again.

"Yes, I know that, puppet." Sakura shot back angrily. "But how? Who revived you?" Sakura asked, albeit irritated.

The puppeteer said nothing, raising his head again to look at her. Chuckling innerly when he saw her blush intensified. Yes, he loved the way she reacted towards him.

"I'm asking you a question, you dumb puppet." The pinkette was getting angrier by second. She forced herself to speak calmly to the red head. No matter how much she would like to punch his head through his wall, she would have to control her urge.

Sasori scoffed, offended by his nickname given by Sakura. Puppets were not dumb. He was not dumb. "Be quiet, girl." He spat out, his eyes turning cold at her again. "Where're your manners?"

Sakura blinked. She was being challenged by him again. "I expect you to answer my simple question, Sasori." She said again as politely as she could muster.

The red head looked away from her. Again, he was carving his wooden puppets. Trying to ignore her presence. It was obvious he didn't feel like answering her question.

"I.." The pinkette's voice trailed off. She seemed to have lost the anger in it. "..Sasori." She called out his name softly.

"What?" He didn't even look up.

"Are you mad at me?" She asked quickly, afraid that he would think that she was annoying. Sakura's fingers were twitching crazily, like she wanted to break something if he didn't answer soon.

Sasori didn't expect her to ask that. The next thing he knew when he wanted to reply her was – he himself drowning into those endless emerald orbs. He almost stopped breathing. Sasori just watched her, eyes staring blankly at her.

Somehow, his voice was cool enough. "If you didn't finish me off in that battle." He said with a short pause. "It would have been you dead instead of me." Sasori was never good at expressing his thoughts.

There was the smallest hint of a smile on Sakura's face. It was there then it vanished quickly off her face. But despite that, her cheeks were still pink and her eyes didn't made contact with his after that.

Maybe she was glad? Did she want him to forgive her? Put aside their differences?

"Why're you smiling, girl?"

She was happy. He could see that. But he didn't know why she was.

Sakura jumped off the wooden stool, making her way towards him. Sasori was feeling quite uncomfortable with the sudden closeness. The way her hand brushed his, leaving lingering warmth there.

She placed her hand on his left chest. He stared at her blankly. Obviously, not knowing what she wanted from him.

"Because."

His heart pounded fast.

He saw the way her lips twisted into a triumph smirk. Her eyes twinkled with a gleam of victory but warmness.

"You're human now."

"…."

For several seconds, Sasori's blank stare was still on her. He didn't quite catch her words or the hidden meaning behind him. Once he had known that it was an insult of some sort. He frowned.

"Hey, I was just- Eh!"

His chakra strings attached onto her body. In less than a second, he threw her out of his room. Locking his door after that to make sure that she wouldn't come in to tease him again.

"Stupid puppet."

-End of Flashback-

He frowned again.

Sasori got up and jumped off his bed gracefully. He decided to grab his breakfast earlier than the others. Besides, where would he get time to enjoy his coffee if his annoying blonde partner was there in the kitchen?

Smiling slightly, he edged towards his closet to change into his shinobi clothes. Yes, he would get some alone time for today's morning.

But too bad, fate had to go against him again for that fact.

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Before he managed to get back his sight, the whole world was a spiralling down onto poor Naruto. Slowly, he began to catch a glimpse at his surroundings.

"Uhnn, what happened? Teme…?"

Naruto tensed, looking for his raven haired teammate who was nowhere to be found. Where was Sasuke Uchiha?

"TEME! Where're you?"

The blonde forced himself up to stand but only to fall back onto the ground limply. Naruto hissed as his legs gave up on him. Maybe that plant guy had fractured his leg, but thank god it wasn't broken. Their team seven medic was not here to heal him.

Was he dead?

Was Sasuke dead?

His left arm was throbbing painfully, probably from the deep gash that Zetsu had inflicted on him. Naruto pushed himself off the ground again to stand on his wobbly feet.

"..Teme?"

A grunt came from above him.

"I'm here, dobe. Stop shouting."

Another groan.

Naruto grinned childishly. He would never forgive himself if Sasuke was dead. How would he explain to Sakura without getting killed by her if he did? Innerly, Naruto cringed.

"Hey, teme? Why aren't you coming down?"

He raised his head up to see an injured Sasuke backing himself up on a branch of a tree in a sitting position. The raven haired boy was clutching his abdomen with a painful expression.

"I can't."

Then only, Naruto had realised that the Uchiha had broken his ribs during the fight with Zetsu.

"Shit, dattebayo. Teme, you're so great you know that?"

"Hn."

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